How to Build a Haunted House

Chapter 20

The night outside the window was getting darker and darker. As the Passat drove to the suburbs, the flashing neon lights along the way became fewer and fewer, and finally turned into stars in the distant sky.

The tree shadows passed by quickly, and the surrounding area was foggy at some point, and it was white, shrouded in the car window amidst the calls of night birds.

Except for the two pale headlights that broke through the fog, the world seemed empty.

Perhaps due to the influence of the atmosphere, the uncle driver spoke less and less. He drove in silence, and finally arrived at the edge of No. 4 land ten minutes before midnight.

Seeing a large wasteland surrounded by rusty barbed wire, the driver stopped slowly.

The headlights illuminated the warning sign on the barbed wire that read "Plot No. 4, Longji District, Chuhua City." He turned his head and said, "You know the situation at No. 4. It's inconvenient for me to drive into the interior of the fierce plot. It's here." Get out of the car."

It was dark, and midnight was approaching, and there was a dead silence on the edge of No. 4 land, even the chirping of insects and birds disappeared without a trace.The driver's voice suddenly sounded in the small compartment, with a jerky and weird texture like scratching glass.

"it is good."

Chu Ci lowered his head and paid on the page of the taxi taxi, as if he didn't notice that the driver's voice was completely different from before getting in the car.

After paying with his fingerprint, he shook the payment page in front of the driver: "Master, the car money."

The driver nodded.

The passat's dome light was on, and the warm yellow light was cast from above the driver's seat, covering his shoulders in a light, while most of his face facing Chu Ci was in shadow.

Under the light, the middle-aged man nodded very stiffly, like a puppet whose limbs were tied by a rope, or something lying behind his back, pressing his head hard, once, once, once...

"Passengers, please check around the seat, take your belongings, and pay attention to safety..."

The night wind poured in through the slit-open car door, making the voice from the driver's seat erratic, high for a while, low for a while, and the words "Attention to safety" echoed continuously, floating layer by layer in the empty night. At the end of the day, there was a feeling of indistinguishable male and female, indistinguishable between male and female.

Chu Ci listened carefully to the driver's enthusiastic reminder, took his mobile phone, and checked it carefully in the back seat of the car.

He found a small lady's wallet and a piece of broken skirt corner from the crack of the seat. After a pause, he took out four one-yuan coins from the side of the wallet, one of which had a peony petal splashed with a needle-sized The blood spots, the blurred edges are like the sad red of the peony flower when it withers.

"Nothing."

After putting away the wallet and coins, Chu Ci nodded to the driver who was staring at him in the driver's seat, and he opened the door, "Thank you, master."

"It's too late. I see that your face is a little pale, master. It's better to go home early and rest. It's not easy to go out to do work at night, so don't miss the hour."

driver:"……"

The last sentence was temporarily added because the driver kindly reminded himself to "pay attention to safety". After Chu Ci finished speaking, he was thinking about Yang Shao who was hijacked by the weasel, so he nodded at him without waiting for the driver to respond, "Papa "Close the door with a bang.

Under the illumination of the headlights, he hurriedly walked to the barbed wire fence, found a place that was heavily corroded, and pulled it away.

"哗啦——" a sound.

The barbed wire broke through a big hole that was one person high, and Chu Ci bent down to get in through the hole, waving his hands behind him.

"Goodbye, go home early!"

Outside the barbed wire fence, the white mist around the Passat became thicker and thicker. In the end, even the light of the headlights could not pass through the mist. On the window blurred by the white mist, the shadow of a middle-aged man struggled desperately. His face seemed to be split in half by an inexplicable force, and the expressions on the left and right sides were no longer symmetrical.

The left half of the face was illuminated by the headlights, showing an extremely terrified expression, with eyes that were about to burst, and mouthing three words desperately toward Chu Ci——

"help me!!!"

On the right side, the shadow reflected on the glass window was calm and pale, like a mist, and the sharp corners of his lips were lifted up, revealing a charming smile.

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"1000 points of fear emotion have been collected, and the system currently stores 1371 points of fear emotion." The system said.

Chu Ci nodded to indicate that he heard it, and walked towards the center of the No. 4 plot, which was shrouded in darkness and was only the size of a pencil box from a distance.

The system couldn't help but popped out of him, occupying a good viewing position, wandering around to look at the surrounding environment.

He occupies the commanding heights of the host's body, that is to say, from the side, Chu Ci's head seems to have suddenly grown a small haunted house the size of a palm, turning around, with two windows covered by curtains Flickering, flickering with curiosity.

Chu Ci: "..."

In line with this situation, the emergence of the system made the already terrifying No. 4 even more terrifying.

But it didn't realize it, and thought it was cute.

The cute system cutely asks the host: "Why don't you help? He is asking for help behind you. Didn't we agree to work together to build a new era system and host that adheres to socialist values ​​and promotes the positive energy of the proletariat?"

Chu Ci: "..."

He wanted to say "we" to you, but considering the mental health of the system, he still held his temper and said, "I don't want my help... I'm fine, I can handle it, look at the sound and light effect. It's not that I don't have time, I want to invite her to decorate the haunted house for us."

system:"……"

Who said?

I mean the driver!

Chicken and Duck's system once again felt that he couldn't catch up with the host Qingqi's thinking. The distance between him and the host was higher than the sky and deeper than the sea, separated by a Mariana Trench and ten Mount Everest.

but……

"never mind."

Only such a host can break through the routine, take an unconventional path, and build a world-class socialist haunted house!

The system comforted itself, and walked (floated) forward with the host.

"I don't know where the two students Yang have gone?" While walking, it took time to worry about Yang Shao and Yang Mingjian.

Chuci can feel that the system's worry is sincere, after all, Shuangyang has a label in its heart, so it goes without saying that Yang Mingjian is "the father who is a fool with a lot of money", and Yang Shao is-" Potential donors who are not stupid but also have a lot of money, with big wallets."

Rounding it up, Shuangyang is equivalent to a bathroom in a haunted house in the heart of the system!

"Don't worry, they should be here soon."

12 o'clock in the middle of the night is the time when the yin energy is at its peak. All spirits, spells, and spells with yin attributes can exert the strongest effect at this time, and the weasel's evil spirit is the same. Chu Ci thinks that the one on Yang Ming's fitness If Huang Daxian is not stupid, he will not miss this opportunity.

"Leave them alone," he said, "work harder, we have to rush to the haunted house on the 4th floor before brother Tianqing, and clean up the most vicious ghosts for him first."

As a family member of a patient who is worried about his fiancé's health, Chu Ci silently contributes without seeking fame and fortune. For the sake of family harmony, he is willing to go to the wilderness in the middle of the night to catch ghosts. It can be said that he has sacrificed a lot for this marriage.

But he is willing and willing to do so.

……

Land No. [-] is adjacent to the entrance on the other side of the southern suburbs. Sitting in a wheelchair, Shen Yanruo, who was pushed off by Uncle Huang from the back seat of a black business car, felt something, and stroked the white jade safe and sound sign on his wrist.

"Mr. Shen?"

Mr. Yang took four bodyguards and escorted his unwilling son into another commercial vehicle.

He glanced at the thick dark clouds in the sky, and his eyes touched No. 4, which was shrouded in darkness like splashed ink in the center of No. 488, and he couldn't help feeling layer after layer of fear and trembling.

Father Yang's land transfer contract was signed at the wine table. Before signing the contract, he only took a look at No. 4 land from a distance. This was the first time he visited the site in person.

The darkness under the night gives people a sense of oppression that is about to come.

The midnight air was a bit humid, and the surroundings were dead, eerily quiet.

"I……"

"I just said that these masters are useless, they only play tricks. Dad, you must have been deceived by them." The words repeated several times in the car before were stuck in Father Yang's throat, and he couldn't say anything.

He was a little cold, and an inexplicable fear surged in his heart. He could even feel the fog in the air like countless hands wrapping around his body layer by layer, pulling him towards the three-story building in the center of the wasteland.

Father Yang's scientific worldview couldn't help but shudder, and he wanted to kneel a little.

"nothing."

Shen Yan nodded and motioned the crowd to walk from the edge of the wild grassy wasteland, through the broken walls and ruins left after the village in the city was bulldozed, to the No. 488 haunted house calling for Father Yang.

The author has something to say:

Tuk-tuk taxis will kill you.